@Wade WilsonThey could've been from another camp...but they have to be currently living and a member of Buckingham. Otherwise, they'd never be able to be handed the same Assignment.

Got it.

ANOTHER IMPORTANT NOTE: Post all CS's in the OOC section, as I forgot to mention. I'll move it over if I think it is good enough. Thank you. :3

@BilboTheGreatLoooooooks good. Let's get that rooooooooight, into the Character Tab

I'm looking forward to seeing everyone's CS's completion

Just a heads up, I'm gonna be offline from Sunday at 6PM (GMT) onwards. I'm having my gallbladder removed due to complications with gallstones and abdominal pain.

Just a heads up, I'm gonna be offline from Sunday at 6PM (GMT) onwards. I'm having my gallbladder removed due to complications with gallstones and abdominal pain.

T'is cool, yo. I've just emerged from Hospital yet again, so I totally understand. Good luck, and all!

@Wade Wilson

You finally getting rid of that thing? Good :), it's been making you feel a lot of pain for weeks now? Hope you feel better afterwards.

Shit...well guys, I'm going back into the NHS for more Emergency Tests for Marfans Syndrome...Whoopee-Doo

@LetMeDoStuff

No problem mate. Hope you get better!

@SgtEasyCheeeeers, just got home. Still waiting on CS's : D

Ah, sorry man XD. Currently working on an Rp with a friend. I'll have it done by the end of the day. @LetMeDoStuff

@LetMeDoStuff

I'm working on mine as well, should be done by today.

@LetMeDoStuff

Got's it done my friend :)

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Age:
27

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
Filipino-Caucasian

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Appearance:
Before all of the shit hit the fan, before the Toxin hit the world like a train, Jonas would've been considered a pretty handsome guy. Slightly boyish looks, wavy hair, small stubble moustache and soft brown eyes would've at least given him a second look in the streets. A lean, toned swimmer's build, strong shoulders and muscled arms. Standing at 5'10, he isn't exactly the tallest person in the room but isn't anything to snuff at. He holds quite an enthusiastic aura about him when around the rare and occasional friend, always flashing a smile and making a nerdy joke of his. He an intelligence about him, having had a scholarship course in Chemistry beforehand.

Now, living as a Scavenger, his appearance seemed a little less... alive. His shoulders drooped, his head is down and his childish antics seem to be lacking in any type of meaning. When out of the camp, he wears as comfortable of clothes as he can. He usually wears running shoes, flexible sweatpants for easy escape, any loose t-shirt he can find and a trench coat that can be folded into his bag. He keeps himself light on his feet, making sure that his shoes weighed as much as a feather for easy escapes. The sweatpants, a grey and white colour with two pockets and string, was for easy climbing and running. The trench coat was for when the days became colder and when he needed to store things outside of his bag. He dressed to survive when he is out and about, trying to get as relaxed as he could. He covers his hands with black gloves and covers the bottom half of his face with a bandana, covering his ears with a tight-fitting beanie on the colder nights. He is usually found clutching his Heckler & Koch HK417 tightly in his hands, his backpack slung over his shoulder.

Personality:
Jonas grew up in a sheltered life, living in the northernmost city in New Zealand, Whangarei. Having brought up by his mother and father as an only child, they were very protective in him and were reluctant to even send him to a public school. He isn't the type of person to fight (even post-Toxin), although his father's fear of bullying forced him to teach Jonas Taekwando, lessons that his father hid from his mother. He is a very kind soul with no real grasp on how to lie and cheat. Due to the fact that he was sheltered, he didn't really let go of some of his more childish traits, constantly worrying about travelling in the dark and staying overnight in an operation. Before the toxin, he was a bright torch for enthusiasm and happiness. And to most, he is like that in the camp. But those closest to him (who are all dead) would notice how.... fake he had become. He would make a joke to keep morale up, flash a smile to those who feel sad and laugh when there was a good joke but it didn't feel... there. It felt like he was doing those things for the sake of doing those things. And he hasn't realised that yet.

He struggles to socialise sometimes, never making any connections with anybody in the Scav group. To do so meant that he would lose a friend in an operation one day due to his inability to do his job. As a spotter, he tries to keep a distance between him and the team. That way, if he was being attacked and ravaged by some Creature in the back lines, none of them would think to even save him. It was morbid but he had seen too many people die for some heroic "save the princess" mission. His job is to keep them alive and if that meant dying for the team, he would do it. His fears of any personal connections with anyone kept him from really connecting with anyone in the camp, becoming that loner who speaks now and then.

He can't bring himself to killing other human beings (bandits and such). However, he doesn't have any qualms with killing animals (from going out hunting with his grandfather) and creatures, his travelling partners calling him "a pretty decent shot". He isn't the type to swear or get angry, consistently trying to calm the others in their group. His soft voice and calming attitude came from his role model and grandfather, a New Zealand sheep farmer that had a strange obsession with bread and an unforgettable personality. He also got his obsession of bread from him and the desire to become a baker.

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Group:
Scavenger Group - Buckingham Camp

Role:
Scavenger - Sniper

Rank:
Spotter

General Equipment:
Jonas keeps packs himself relatively light, fitting a sleeping bag, his trench coat, spare clothes and a flashlight. He does carry some matches but he wants to keep his bag light enough for him to run away swiftly. He always brings his teddy bear (a secret that only Victoria knows) but other than that, there is no space spared for personal belongings. In terms of weapons, he keeps a small hatchet with him for the rare occasions when he faces his enemies up close and personal. He is quite clumsy with the thing and doesn't really know how to use it but it gives him confidence when the group needs to go through confined spaces. His real baby however, lies in the Heckler & Koch HK417. It is a gas-operated, select firing battle rifle designed to be used as a designated marksman rifle. A DMR's job is to be in that middle ground between assault rifle and sniper rifle, hence it's use by Spotters everywhere. It uses the high penetrative power and range of the 7.62x51mm NATO round whereas most rifles of it's kind uses the 5.56x41mm. His is the Recon variant with 406.4 mm standard barrel, the mid-ground between Assault and Sniper, used for easy cover fire for a team from the back without sacrificing ease of movement and range.

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Background:
Jonas was born into the Soberano family, in the city of Whangarei. His life in New Zealand wasn't rough and although he was quite sheltered, he led a good childhood. His life at school was normal, he made some good friends and even had something brief with a girl but that ended very quickly. He picked the sport of swimming, training hard and fast for his parents but even that became a routine, his speed steadily increasing through the years. The only thing to brighten up his normal life was his visits to the farm and meeting his grandfather". Their first meeting didn't really go as plan. "So. Do you play rugby?" When he shook his head, his grandfather just sighed and muttered to himself. Feeling disappointed in himself and slightly sad, little Jo hopped off the tractor they were on and stared exploring. He toddled around the large vehicle before stopping before a high powered rifle.

"Gun!" He pointed at the wooden stick of death with a singular, chubby finger, shouting at the top of his lungs. His grandfather quickly ran over to him, gasping at the sight before placing a hand over his mouth and swiftly slinging his hunter's rifle over his shoulder. He knelt down on one knee, staring down at the toddler. "Okay, here's a deal. If you keep yer trap shut and don't snitch on me to yer Mum, I'll give you five bucks and a chance, when you're older, to learn how to shoot this thing right here." He gestured to the gun slung behind him with a small twinkle and then bringing out five dollars. The toddler just gaped widely before shutting his mouth quickly and grasping the five dollars with chubby fingers, toddling out of there towards the barn.

From that day on, the relationship between the two became the best of friends. When Jonas grew older, his grandfather kept his promise and taught him how to shoot a rifle. Thankfully, the boy was so excited that he didn't even think of how wrong it was to teach a child to shoot a gun until later on. The also growing fascination with bread started when his grandfather took him to the nearest town and showed him his former bakery. To the child, bread was the perfect mix of sweet and savoury and that belief had carried onto later life. The relationship between grandson and grandfather was almost inseparable.

At the age of fifteen however, the trips stopped. No one said why, no one said anything except cry. He knew what happened. He cried too.

Life was quite the blur after that point, at sixteen he gained a firearms license, practising the hunting and survival skills he picked up from his grandpa. Without a companion however, it became a boring experience but he kept at it, getting better and better at shooting moving objects day after day of training himself. School was monotonous and easy, his love life was laughable, swimming was stagnating and life at home was quite a somber affair. This all changed when he graduated, being offered a scholarship in Chemistry at a university in London

The hype of the first few days in college soon turned into monotony again. Sure the work was harder but there was nothing special happening. He made a close group of friends (no girl in sight, of course) and it stayed like this until the very last year of his university scholarship. There were rumours a new girl in town, quickly rising go to the higher echelons of the university and becoming the girl that every boy wanted. And of course, Jonas had to go ahead and meet her.

He shuffled into the library, picking out a random book and then sitting down on a seat. He took a glance towards his friend Ben, giving a small smile and a thumbs up. He simply rolled his eyes at his friend and transfixed his gaze towards the woman in front of him. It was a simple dare, some fanfiction-like story coming to life. The nerdy Asian boy asking out the blonde, popular girl. It was for free lunch, Jonas reasoned, don't be so worried. Even though, his face blushed crimson as he opened his mouth to speak, heart thumping like a raging elephant. "H-hey, uh, that's s-some n-nice, um, b-books ya h-have there." She smiled.

And a relationship straight out of a corny romance novel evolved from there. They were college sweethearts, his friends being supportive of him. He liked her and she liked him. They spent hours talking in the library and was eventually forced to get out when the cleaners came in. He showed her around the campus, finding himself at ease and relaxed around her. In those many months, it felt like he had someone who understood him. And then he started to look at the people around him

It was sneered at by the Populars, they disapproved of one of their own going out with a "nerd" like him. He was shy, always behind her whenever they walked together, hiding himself from the stares and laughing faces. She had protected him from them of course but throughout it all, he always thought he wasn't good enough. She was beautiful, courageous, popular, perfect and he was... a nerd. It wasn't like the romance novels. He never opened up from his shell, he was never "accepted". He just... stayed the same. Soon, he just faded away into the sea of faces, trying to escape from the whispers and in turn, going away from Victoria. He graduated and split from Emory, doing odd jobs here and there before deciding to move to London. He has since worked in a bakery there. It was then the Catastrophe happened

Jonas had been the first man in the bakery, quickly finishing a batch of fresh cupcakes for the morning. His obsession for cooking and baking in particular usually made him the first one into the bakery, trusted enough by the owner of the place to open the bakery in the early morning. He started to hum to himself, smiling as he took a long whiff of the sweet cupcakes. It was for the students, these cupcakes, the ones that wanted to buy something for lunch. He picked the best one out and sprinkled some more sugar on it, saving it for a nice little girl named Charlotte that always came to the bakery.

He chuckled to himself, remembering her request of "more sugar!" with a cute little pout on her face. As he calmly set down the tray of cupcakes on the counter, picking out the worst ones and began to eat them with a distasteful look on his face. Boss didn't like wastefulness so he forced his employees to eat the worst cupcakes instead of throwing them in the bin. He had no indication except for the distinct whine of a missile plummeting to the ground and his world going black. He had been inside, thankfully, so the toxin never got into his systems. He awoke a day afterwards, having been knocked unconscious by a falling metal pot, waking to a whole new world.

The sounds of gunfire was evident outside, sounds of battle was loud and clear. Jonas groaned as he picked himself up, clutching his head. Clearing out the massive headache and eventually getting used to his surroundings, he frightfully backed away from the sound of gunfire and went deeper into the bakery, coming to the backdoor. It led up to the Boss' open garden. He heard some soft shuffling noise inside. Deducing that it was just Boss lounging around in there, he walked up to the basement stairs and called out "Boss! It's your boy Jonas! Are you there mate?"

No reply came, only a loud groan in response. Becoming increasingly worried, he flipped the switch to the basement on and carefully walked down, getting near the door and knocking. He heard a louder groan, a small howl and the sound of a figure slamming against the door. "Uh, Boss? You all goods?" There was increased a slamming, a hole punctured through the flimsy wooden door, revealing a grotesque, diseased arm.

Jonas backed away quickly, letting out a quick yelp of surprise. "Yeah nah Boss, you should probably get that checked out." The groans only increased as the hand retracted before he made three more powerful slams against the door, eventually breaking it. The Kiwi gawked at the shuffling, unrecognisable form of Boss as it lunged at him. He screamed, turning around and running, going through the kitchen, quickly weaving through tables and chairs before sliding under the metal door shutter. He immediately closed it down, locking it out before huffing and puffing at the sudden rush of adrenaline. He reached for his phone only to find he dropped it in the bakery. Not that it mattered anyways. 911 was flooded with calls.

He was immediately spotted by a group of survivors and was told that the military was sending radio signals out to every frequency, calling for people to go their nearest designated "safe-zone". The group said that they'd be heading there and asked for Jonas to join. Suspicious and unsure, he declined the offer but asked where it was. As soon as they left, he took a short two minute walk to his apartment. He quickly packed as many supplies he needed though also taking things he wouldn't need such as his phone and charger, earphones, his teddy bear and his laptop. He shoved everything into his bag and used a map to make his way towards the safe zone.

The Filipino weaved through the blockade of crashed motor vehicles to cross the street, sometimes having to run over cars to get through. The gunfire was louder and the screams only intensified. This pushed him to face the soldier dressed in green camouflage, standing in front of the designated zone. He could've been younger than Jonas himself and was already dealing with a disaster like this? He only shook his head and snuggled himself further in his coat, trying to ignore the sound of screams behind him. The so-called "safe zone" was the ancient, large local library, turned into some "fortress" with soldiers armed with high-powered assault rifles walking through the masses. He scanned his eyes over the crowd before shaking his head, making a go for the stairs. Of one of those "things" were here, it would be a slaughter. He made his way onto the rooftop only to be stopped by another soldier in green, wearing an intimidating gas mask.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Although his voice sounded deep and macho, carrying a deadly HK417, his hands were shaking with nervousness. Jonas stared up at the soldier with a curious expression. "Well, I'm not one of those 'things' if that's what you're asking."

The soldier aggressively shook his head before swiftly raising his gun to Jonas' head, clambering a round with a shaky hand. "Don't fucking lie with me, you infected piece of shit! Show your fucking bite mark! Huh bitch! Let me fucking kill you like I did my friend, huh? Let your brains splatter on the wall, is that what you fucking want, you piece of horse cock!?" The crazed man shouted at the top of his lungs shouting insults at the 27 year old man's head. Meanwhile, all his would-be-victim could do was stare the at barrel with wide eyes, heart beating a hundred miles an hour. His only thoughts were 'Oh god, I'm going to get gunned down by some raving lunatic.'

His fists clenched, tears forming in his eyes. He needed a way out of the situation. His gaze went downwards, at the soldier's wide open legs. He kicked hard. The soldier dropped down on his knees, dropping his gun and clutching his gonads. Jonas lunged to pick up the rifle and then hit his opponent's head with a quick snap with the butt of the gun, knocking him out in the end. He heard some more gunfire, some moving downstairs. He heard the loud screams cut short by the repetitive bang of the assault rifles. He nervously fumbled with the gun before deciding to rummage through the soldier's things, repeatedly saying sorry over and over again. Getting a couple of magazines, he sprinted towards a ladder leading down to one of the back alleyways and escaped.

He ran away from the library and eventually confronted a group of wanderers heading to the same "safe-zone". Warning them about the fact that the library was overrun, they thanked him and wanted him to come with them to their own "camp". Along the way, they told him about the initial chaos caused by the bombs that dropped, presumably by one of those irritable terrorist groups. The group came together after their own designated "safe-zone" was overrun by a horde of Creatures and was heading for a camp in Buckingham Palace.

Life in camp wasn't exactly spectacular for Jonas. Immediately enlisting on the Scavenger Group to take his mind off the apocalypse, he was one of the rare spotters who haven't been killed by some Leaper surprising him from the back. He can't believe the fact that he's still alive after so many operations out in London. A small part of him believes that this is all a cruel, long nightmare. The one with hope. But Jo pushes all that down and focuses on his job. He doesn't really interact with anyone and is a bit of a pariah in the camp. He is lonely and sinks into depression more and more everyday...

Strengths:

• Fast Mover
• Great Shot
• Confident
• Strong
• Good Fighter

Weaknesses and Fears:

• Unstable
• Childish Attitude (Fake)
• Depressed
• Loner
• Doesn't connect with anyone in the team
• Slightly suicidal

Affiliates:

Mother - Presumably Dead

Father - Presumably Dead

Victoria - Presumably Dead

Friends in the bakery - Presumably Dead

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Character Theme (AKA songs he listens to on his crank up music player)

Hey Ya! by OutKast

Red Flag by Billy Talent

Devil On My Shoulder by Billy Talent

Friction by Imagine Dragons

I'm So Sorry by Imagine Dragons

Highway to Hell by AC/DC

Chase the Devil by Max Romeo, The Upsetters

Oh and I'd be happy to set up any romantic relationships with people... Though not yet, not enough people yet :)

_{I'm pretty sure this is called "whoring out" in some countries XD}

@LetMeDoStuff

Here is my CS. Although I'm still not too sure on if I should be a Explorer or Runner.

Oh and I'd be happy to set up any romantic relationships with people... Though not yet, not enough people yet :)

_{I'm pretty sure this is called "whoring out" in some countries XD}

Romantic Relationships are allowed...they aren't necessary but they are allowed...

@LetMeDoStuff

Here is my CS. Although I'm still not too sure on if I should be a Explorer or Runner.

Olivia Blackwell [+]

Olivia Blackwell

_{"You miss 100% of the shots you don't take, so why not just give it a go?"}

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Age: 26

Gender: Female

Nationality: English

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Appearance:

Olivia's most obvious features are her shoulder-length locks of chocolate-blonde hair and her distinctive hazel-green eyes. Her face is slightly-oval in shape, her nose pert, and her lips a healthy shade of pink. She stands at a height of one hundred and sixty seven centimetres tall and her posture befitting that of a athlete and dancer. Her build is athletic and lean, with a fair share of muscles gained through her highly physical lifestyle. She is highly lithe and agile, and her figure clearly represents one who is familiar with climbing, dancing and other acrobatic manoeuvres. Olivia's pale ivory complexion boasts a hint of golden undertones, and is unblemished except for a pair of scars on her left arm and right leg that she acquired long ago during a careless accident in her childhood.

In terms of attire, a navy green parka that is lined with a thick layer of fur at the collar is worn as a piece of outerwear with two pockets lining the top, and two on the bottom. Within she wears a black thermal tank top. For her trousers, she wears a pair of dark brown cargo pants. On her hands are a pair of black biker gloves that are little faded and slightly worn. Her feet are covered by a pair of black Addidas trainers with its signature white stripes on the sides. On her head sits a military cap, in similar hue to that of her parka. In colder seasons, a brown woollen scarf can also seen wrapped around her neck to provide some protection against the cold. On her back, she carries a small backpack, big enough to carry the essentials while not being heavy enough to weigh her down and hinder her movements and activities.

Personality:

On a first impression, Olivia may often come aloof or snooty because of the way she carries herself or that dreamy stare that make it seem as though see is seeing through you. However, she is anything but those. Despite her how outer appearance and expression may seem to be, once one gets to know her, they would discover her to be rather warm and friendly. A habit of relapsing into dreamland mode often gives her that blank stare she is often teased about. She may not be extremely intelligent, but she more than makes up for it with her diligence and dedication in her tasks and activities. Not one to boast, her humble and down-to-earth nature was one of the earliest traits in her life nurtured by her parents. It goes without a doubt that Olivia is highly confident of both herself and her abilities, but not to an extent that would make her seem cocky or arrogant, simply just assured of her own skills and abilities.

It is simply enough to show that she is passionate enough to be able to stand her ground and fight for what she believes in. Olivia is known to be highly-focused and remarkably industrious, willing to put in the extra mile to achieve her goal or complete the tasks assigned to her. Once she sets goals for herself, she becomes incredibly dedicated to her goals, pretty much almost to the point of stubbornness. Those victories sure smell sweet though, and it is that though that keeps her pushing through when the going gets tough. Bold and adventurous, she is not afraid of trying out new things and is always looking forward to learning new stuff. A good team player who understand the necessity of teamwork and cooperation, Olivia is also an outspoken and ambitious individual who is not afraid to make her views and opinions be known.

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Group:

Scavenger Group - Buckingham Camp

Role:

Explorer

Rank:

Scavenger - Team Westminister

General Equipment:

Being a explorer, it is important that she travels light to aid in her running towards her objectives. Thus, her sleeping bag along with other heavier items that might need for the mission will be taken care of by the team's Gear Handler. To provide some warmth in the colder seasons, a black half-ski mask to protect the lower region of her face is worn. A dual-powered torch that is powered both by batteries and kinetic energy is carried along on her person for illumination against the darkness. A worn and tattered city map of London and an equally worn but otherwise functioning compass are some just of the other items carried on her person. In terms of weaponry, she carries along two weapons on every mission without fail, citing it as her personal load-out.

For engagements in the melee range, a Kukri is used, a weapon she found on a dead Gurkha soldier. For ranged engagements, she uses the L85A2, the standard issue assault rifle for the British Armed Forces. Retrieved off the corpse of a dead British soldier, the rifle is capable of holding thirty rounds in a magazine and firing at an effective range of four hundred metres. The L85 is so accurate that when it was introduced to the British Army, they had to redesign their marksmanship tests. Fitted with an adjustable body strap, it also built to accommodate the use of a military scope, most notably the ACOG scope.

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Background:

Olivia was born to a small family of carpenters living in Surrey, England. Her childhood was relatively common and average, no different from that of any other child in the city. She did moderately well in school, always managing to land herself somewhere in the middle of the class rankings. Being someone who was more hands-on rather facing the books all day, she rejoiced when school was out and she did not have to study. A bright and otherwise energetic and adventurous young girl, she always found herself hanging out with the boys in their games, rather than hanging out with the girls playing dress-up or other similar girly activities. Not very good at expressing her feelings, Olivia tends to come off as aloof although she is anything but that and this has led to her having a rather limited amount of friends throughout the entirety of her childhood. However, once she has befriended someone, she is an extremely loyal friend, one would desire in times of need.

At the age of ten, the Blackwells moved to Chelsea in North London and it was also then that she found an interest in dancing and gymnastics. Her parents, ever supportive of their only child's interest signed up her in the London Academy of Gymnastics and Dance, where she then moved on to Rhythmic Gymnastics. It came to no surprise to her parents when she performed remarkably better when compared to her usual performance in school. Not too long after her fourteen birthday, her father made the decision to apply for a place in the Royal Marines Commandos. That was also the time that sparked another chapter in her life as she got interested in all things military, ranging from guns to vehicles. After graduating from the academy, Olivia studied hard for her GSCEs, gathering decent enough grades.

Nothing to boast about, but they weren't too shabby either, she wasn't the study sort anyhow. Deciding not to go forward with a university education, she went forward with her newest hobby and interest, Airsoft. It also happened to be the activity where she made the largest number of friends that she frequently hung out with. It was that that Olivia learnt squad and battlefield tactics and how to handle guns, albeit not real ones, but the basic principles were pretty similar. It wasn't too long later that the Catastrophe happened and the military began to move out into the streets, soldiers and armoured vehicles alike in the city grounds. Her father who was home on leave was called back and redeployed. That was the last she ever saw of him. Eventually, as the military gathered survivors into evacuation zones, Olivia was the only one to make it safety to an evacuation zone as her mother fell gravely ill not too long after her father left them. Eventually, she found herself in Camp Buckingham, and that was where she had been, and most likely will be ever, until something otherwise changes.

Strengths:

Due to her many years of gymnastics and dance training, she is Agile and Flexible, enabling quick movements and otherwise fitting into areas her other team members might not be able to. He may not be strong, but she is physically fit and possess an Impressive capacity where Stamina is concerned. She isn't very tall, but her relatively Small Stature can help to fit into short and narrow spaces. Basic understanding of tactics along with skilled understanding of Melee Weapons and Rifle Handling is just another of her strengths.

Weaknesses and Fears:

She is Not Physically Strong, so any task that require a great amount of strength would prove too daunting for her to accomplish without help. Not Being Very Tall, objects or ledges at high places can prove to be quite challenging for her to reach without any assistance. However, that wouldn't stop here. She also has a Weakness for Heights and tends to get queasy when up at high heights. Not very good at Expressing her Feelings, she can give off the wrong vibe which can affect the morale or mood of the people around her. She also has a dreaded Fear of Snakes and other Similar Reptiles like Lizards.

Affiliates:

Richard Blackwell -Father (Missing and Presumed Dead)
Anna Blackwell -Mother (Deceased)

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Character Theme:

Break the Fall - Laura Welsh
I Shall Rise - Karen O

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I like it a lot, though there are a few minor problemos that aren't exactly important, but are small details...

I don't think most of the ARs that are similar to the SA-80 Group, which includes your weapon, were technically designed for expert accuracy. Because of the two Sharpshooter Rifles used, unless used in single shots, they were described to spread in urban environments to injury more than one enemy, rather than kill one. That's Britain's military strategy, most of the time, and such inaccurate designs have also been modified on Modern Apache Longbows too. Anyhow, single, Semi-automatic shots will be accurate. This isn't a problem you should be concerned about, but it'll make for a good fact!

Love it though, I'll get it roooooight into the CS Tab

@LetMeDoStuff

Got's it done my friend :)

Jonas Miguel "The Loner" Soberano

"WHY DID THEY DIE WHILE I GET TO LIVE?!?!"

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Age:
27

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
Filipino-Caucasian

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Appearance:
Before all of the shit hit the fan, before the Toxin hit the world like a train, Jonas would've been considered a pretty handsome guy. Slightly boyish looks, wavy hair, small stubble moustache and soft brown eyes would've at least given him a second look in the streets. A lean, toned swimmer's build, strong shoulders and muscled arms. Standing at 5'10, he isn't exactly the tallest person in the room but isn't anything to snuff at. He holds quite an enthusiastic aura about him when around the rare and occasional friend, always flashing a smile and making a nerdy joke of his. He an intelligence about him, having had a scholarship course in Chemistry beforehand.

Now, living as a Scavenger, his appearance seemed a little less... alive. His shoulders drooped, his head is down and his childish antics seem to be lacking in any type of meaning. When out of the camp, he wears as comfortable of clothes as he can. He usually wears running shoes, flexible sweatpants for easy escape, any loose t-shirt he can find and a trench coat that can be folded into his bag. He keeps himself light on his feet, making sure that his shoes weighed as much as a feather for easy escapes. The sweatpants, a grey and white colour with two pockets and string, was for easy climbing and running. The trench coat was for when the days became colder and when he needed to store things outside of his bag. He dressed to survive when he is out and about, trying to get as relaxed as he could. He covers his hands with black gloves and covers the bottom half of his face with a bandana, covering his ears with a tight-fitting beanie on the colder nights. He is usually found clutching his Heckler & Koch HK417 tightly in his hands, his backpack slung over his shoulder.

Personality:
Jonas grew up in a sheltered life, living in the northernmost city in New Zealand, Whangarei. Having brought up by his mother and father as an only child, they were very protective in him and were reluctant to even send him to a public school. He isn't the type of person to fight (even post-Toxin), although his father's fear of bullying forced him to teach Jonas Taekwando, lessons that his father hid from his mother. He is a very kind soul with no real grasp on how to lie and cheat. Due to the fact that he was sheltered, he didn't really let go of some of his more childish traits, constantly worrying about travelling in the dark and staying overnight in an operation. Before the toxin, he was a bright torch for enthusiasm and happiness. And to most, he is like that in the camp. But those closest to him (who are all dead) would notice how.... fake he had become. He would make a joke to keep morale up, flash a smile to those who feel sad and laugh when there was a good joke but it didn't feel... there. It felt like he was doing those things for the sake of doing those things. And he hasn't realised that yet.

He struggles to socialise sometimes, never making any connections with anybody in the Scav group. To do so meant that he would lose a friend in an operation one day due to his inability to do his job. As a spotter, he tries to keep a distance between him and the team. That way, if he was being attacked and ravaged by some Creature in the back lines, none of them would think to even save him. It was morbid but he had seen too many people die for some heroic "save the princess" mission. His job is to keep them alive and if that meant dying for the team, he would do it. His fears of any personal connections with anyone kept him from really connecting with anyone in the camp, becoming that loner who speaks now and then.

He can't bring himself to killing other human beings (bandits and such). However, he doesn't have any qualms with killing animals (from going out hunting with his grandfather) and creatures, his travelling partners calling him "a pretty decent shot". He isn't the type to swear or get angry, consistently trying to calm the others in their group. His soft voice and calming attitude came from his role model and grandfather, a New Zealand sheep farmer that had a strange obsession with bread and an unforgettable personality. He also got his obsession of bread from him and the desire to become a baker.

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Group:
Scavenger Group - Buckingham Camp

Role:
Scavenger - Sniper

Rank:
Spotter

General Equipment:
Jonas keeps packs himself relatively light, fitting a sleeping bag, his trench coat, spare clothes and a flashlight. He does carry some matches but he wants to keep his bag light enough for him to run away swiftly. He always brings his teddy bear (a secret that only Victoria knows) but other than that, there is no space spared for personal belongings. In terms of weapons, he keeps a small hatchet with him for the rare occasions when he faces his enemies up close and personal. He is quite clumsy with the thing and doesn't really know how to use it but it gives him confidence when the group needs to go through confined spaces. His real baby however, lies in the Heckler & Koch HK417. It is a gas-operated, select firing battle rifle designed to be used as a designated marksman rifle. A DMR's job is to be in that middle ground between assault rifle and sniper rifle, hence it's use by Spotters everywhere. It uses the high penetrative power and range of the 7.62x51mm NATO round whereas most rifles of it's kind uses the 5.56x41mm. His is the Recon variant with 406.4 mm standard barrel, the mid-ground between Assault and Sniper, used for easy cover fire for a team from the back without sacrificing ease of movement and range.

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Background:
Jonas was born into the Soberano family, in the city of Whangarei. His life in New Zealand wasn't rough and although he was quite sheltered, he led a good childhood. His life at school was normal, he made some good friends and even had something brief with a girl but that ended very quickly. He picked the sport of swimming, training hard and fast for his parents but even that became a routine, his speed steadily increasing through the years. The only thing to brighten up his normal life was his visits to the farm and meeting his grandfather". Their first meeting didn't really go as plan. "So. Do you play rugby?" When he shook his head, his grandfather just sighed and muttered to himself. Feeling disappointed in himself and slightly sad, little Jo hopped off the tractor they were on and stared exploring. He toddled around the large vehicle before stopping before a high powered rifle.

"Gun!" He pointed at the wooden stick of death with a singular, chubby finger, shouting at the top of his lungs. His grandfather quickly ran over to him, gasping at the sight before placing a hand over his mouth and swiftly slinging his hunter's rifle over his shoulder. He knelt down on one knee, staring down at the toddler. "Okay, here's a deal. If you keep yer trap shut and don't snitch on me to yer Mum, I'll give you five bucks and a chance, when you're older, to learn how to shoot this thing right here." He gestured to the gun slung behind him with a small twinkle and then bringing out five dollars. The toddler just gaped widely before shutting his mouth quickly and grasping the five dollars with chubby fingers, toddling out of there towards the barn.

From that day on, the relationship between the two became the best of friends. When Jonas grew older, his grandfather kept his promise and taught him how to shoot a rifle. Thankfully, the boy was so excited that he didn't even think of how wrong it was to teach a child to shoot a gun until later on. The also growing fascination with bread started when his grandfather took him to the nearest town and showed him his former bakery. To the child, bread was the perfect mix of sweet and savoury and that belief had carried onto later life. The relationship between grandson and grandfather was almost inseparable.

At the age of fifteen however, the trips stopped. No one said why, no one said anything except cry. He knew what happened. He cried too.

Life was quite the blur after that point, at sixteen he gained a firearms license, practising the hunting and survival skills he picked up from his grandpa. Without a companion however, it became a boring experience but he kept at it, getting better and better at shooting moving objects day after day of training himself. School was monotonous and easy, his love life was laughable, swimming was stagnating and life at home was quite a somber affair. This all changed when he graduated, being offered a scholarship in Chemistry at a university in London

The hype of the first few days in college soon turned into monotony again. Sure the work was harder but there was nothing special happening. He made a close group of friends (no girl in sight, of course) and it stayed like this until the very last year of his university scholarship. There were rumours a new girl in town, quickly rising go to the higher echelons of the university and becoming the girl that every boy wanted. And of course, Jonas had to go ahead and meet her.

He shuffled into the library, picking out a random book and then sitting down on a seat. He took a glance towards his friend Ben, giving a small smile and a thumbs up. He simply rolled his eyes at his friend and transfixed his gaze towards the woman in front of him. It was a simple dare, some fanfiction-like story coming to life. The nerdy Asian boy asking out the blonde, popular girl. It was for free lunch, Jonas reasoned, don't be so worried. Even though, his face blushed crimson as he opened his mouth to speak, heart thumping like a raging elephant. "H-hey, uh, that's s-some n-nice, um, b-books ya h-have there." She smiled.

And a relationship straight out of a corny romance novel evolved from there. They were college sweethearts, his friends being supportive of him. He liked her and she liked him. They spent hours talking in the library and was eventually forced to get out when the cleaners came in. He showed her around the campus, finding himself at ease and relaxed around her. In those many months, it felt like he had someone who understood him. And then he started to look at the people around him

It was sneered at by the Populars, they disapproved of one of their own going out with a "nerd" like him. He was shy, always behind her whenever they walked together, hiding himself from the stares and laughing faces. She had protected him from them of course but throughout it all, he always thought he wasn't good enough. She was beautiful, courageous, popular, perfect and he was... a nerd. It wasn't like the romance novels. He never opened up from his shell, he was never "accepted". He just... stayed the same. Soon, he just faded away into the sea of faces, trying to escape from the whispers and in turn, going away from Victoria. He graduated and split from Emory, doing odd jobs here and there before deciding to move to London. He has since worked in a bakery there. It was then the Catastrophe happened

Jonas had been the first man in the bakery, quickly finishing a batch of fresh cupcakes for the morning. His obsession for cooking and baking in particular usually made him the first one into the bakery, trusted enough by the owner of the place to open the bakery in the early morning. He started to hum to himself, smiling as he took a long whiff of the sweet cupcakes. It was for the students, these cupcakes, the ones that wanted to buy something for lunch. He picked the best one out and sprinkled some more sugar on it, saving it for a nice little girl named Charlotte that always came to the bakery.

He chuckled to himself, remembering her request of "more sugar!" with a cute little pout on her face. As he calmly set down the tray of cupcakes on the counter, picking out the worst ones and began to eat them with a distasteful look on his face. Boss didn't like wastefulness so he forced his employees to eat the worst cupcakes instead of throwing them in the bin. He had no indication except for the distinct whine of a missile plummeting to the ground and his world going black. He had been inside, thankfully, so the toxin never got into his systems. He awoke a day afterwards, having been knocked unconscious by a falling metal pot, waking to a whole new world.

The sounds of gunfire was evident outside, sounds of battle was loud and clear. Jonas groaned as he picked himself up, clutching his head. Clearing out the massive headache and eventually getting used to his surroundings, he frightfully backed away from the sound of gunfire and went deeper into the bakery, coming to the backdoor. It led up to the Boss' open garden. He heard some soft shuffling noise inside. Deducing that it was just Boss lounging around in there, he walked up to the basement stairs and called out "Boss! It's your boy Jonas! Are you there mate?"

No reply came, only a loud groan in response. Becoming increasingly worried, he flipped the switch to the basement on and carefully walked down, getting near the door and knocking. He heard a louder groan, a small howl and the sound of a figure slamming against the door. "Uh, Boss? You all goods?" There was increased a slamming, a hole punctured through the flimsy wooden door, revealing a grotesque, diseased arm.

Jonas backed away quickly, letting out a quick yelp of surprise. "Yeah nah Boss, you should probably get that checked out." The groans only increased as the hand retracted before he made three more powerful slams against the door, eventually breaking it. The Kiwi gawked at the shuffling, unrecognisable form of Boss as it lunged at him. He screamed, turning around and running, going through the kitchen, quickly weaving through tables and chairs before sliding under the metal door shutter. He immediately closed it down, locking it out before huffing and puffing at the sudden rush of adrenaline. He reached for his phone only to find he dropped it in the bakery. Not that it mattered anyways. 911 was flooded with calls.

He was immediately spotted by a group of survivors and was told that the military was sending radio signals out to every frequency, calling for people to go their nearest designated "safe-zone". The group said that they'd be heading there and asked for Jonas to join. Suspicious and unsure, he declined the offer but asked where it was. As soon as they left, he took a short two minute walk to his apartment. He quickly packed as many supplies he needed though also taking things he wouldn't need such as his phone and charger, earphones, his teddy bear and his laptop. He shoved everything into his bag and used a map to make his way towards the safe zone.

The Filipino weaved through the blockade of crashed motor vehicles to cross the street, sometimes having to run over cars to get through. The gunfire was louder and the screams only intensified. This pushed him to face the soldier dressed in green camouflage, standing in front of the designated zone. He could've been younger than Jonas himself and was already dealing with a disaster like this? He only shook his head and snuggled himself further in his coat, trying to ignore the sound of screams behind him. The so-called "safe zone" was the ancient, large local library, turned into some "fortress" with soldiers armed with high-powered assault rifles walking through the masses. He scanned his eyes over the crowd before shaking his head, making a go for the stairs. Of one of those "things" were here, it would be a slaughter. He made his way onto the rooftop only to be stopped by another soldier in green, wearing an intimidating gas mask.

"What do you think you're doing here?" Although his voice sounded deep and macho, carrying a deadly HK417, his hands were shaking with nervousness. Jonas stared up at the soldier with a curious expression. "Well, I'm not one of those 'things' if that's what you're asking."

The soldier aggressively shook his head before swiftly raising his gun to Jonas' head, clambering a round with a shaky hand. "Don't fucking lie with me, you infected piece of shit! Show your fucking bite mark! Huh bitch! Let me fucking kill you like I did my friend, huh? Let your brains splatter on the wall, is that what you fucking want, you piece of horse cock!?" The crazed man shouted at the top of his lungs shouting insults at the 27 year old man's head. Meanwhile, all his would-be-victim could do was stare the at barrel with wide eyes, heart beating a hundred miles an hour. His only thoughts were 'Oh god, I'm going to get gunned down by some raving lunatic.'

His fists clenched, tears forming in his eyes. He needed a way out of the situation. His gaze went downwards, at the soldier's wide open legs. He kicked hard. The soldier dropped down on his knees, dropping his gun and clutching his gonads. Jonas lunged to pick up the rifle and then hit his opponent's head with a quick snap with the butt of the gun, knocking him out in the end. He heard some more gunfire, some moving downstairs. He heard the loud screams cut short by the repetitive bang of the assault rifles. He nervously fumbled with the gun before deciding to rummage through the soldier's things, repeatedly saying sorry over and over again. Getting a couple of magazines, he sprinted towards a ladder leading down to one of the back alleyways and escaped.

He ran away from the library and eventually confronted a group of wanderers heading to the same "safe-zone". Warning them about the fact that the library was overrun, they thanked him and wanted him to come with them to their own "camp". Along the way, they told him about the initial chaos caused by the bombs that dropped, presumably by one of those irritable terrorist groups. The group came together after their own designated "safe-zone" was overrun by a horde of Creatures and was heading for a camp in Buckingham Palace.

Life in camp wasn't exactly spectacular for Jonas. Immediately enlisting on the Scavenger Group to take his mind off the apocalypse, he was one of the rare spotters who haven't been killed by some Leaper surprising him from the back. He can't believe the fact that he's still alive after so many operations out in London. A small part of him believes that this is all a cruel, long nightmare. The one with hope. But Jo pushes all that down and focuses on his job. He doesn't really interact with anyone and is a bit of a pariah in the camp. He is lonely and sinks into depression more and more everyday...

Strengths:

• Fast Mover
• Great Shot
• Confident
• Strong
• Good Fighter

Weaknesses and Fears:

• Unstable
• Childish Attitude (Fake)
• Depressed
• Loner
• Doesn't connect with anyone in the team
• Slightly suicidal

Affiliates:

Mother - Presumably Dead

Father - Presumably Dead

Victoria - Presumably Dead

Friends in the bakery - Presumably Dead

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Character Theme (AKA songs he listens to on his crank up music player)

Hey Ya! by OutKast

Red Flag by Billy Talent

Devil On My Shoulder by Billy Talent

Friction by Imagine Dragons

I'm So Sorry by Imagine Dragons

Highway to Hell by AC/DC

Chase the Devil by Max Romeo, The Upsetters

Your CS is brilliant. I'll get those in later today!

In the Character Tab, I'm going to be creating a Team Roster, full of all the NPCs and Others that can be used as a reference. They'll just have the Characters names and Roles, not their CS's or any other shiz like that.